since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

You have my soul and I have your money

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that

I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.